End: Lois Lane, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn...and A Funnel

"Ready when you are!" Harley's voice spoke through the speaker.

Blearily, the Huntress stirred. The distorted voice of the Crown Princess of Crime brought Huntress rasped in her ears. As her eyes fluttered open, she instinctively squeezed her muscles to test her bonds. Harley Quinn had duct-tapped the heroine into the same cheer she herself had recently occupied, angled so that Huntress could see the screen.

What she saw there made the caped crusader pause her efforts to escape.

Poison Ivy was still tied in place, her cum-filled cunny absolutely glazed. Below her, Harley Quinn had assumed a position with her head and shoulders on the ground, legs in the air, an old metal funnel crammed into the pale shaved pussy. Beside them, Lois Lane stood, oddly tired but smiling.

With mounting horror, Huntress watched as the Daily Planet's greatest reporter pressed her hand on Ivy's mons...and a white syrup of jizz oozed out of the villain's cunny, to be caught by Harley Quinn's funnel and directed down toward her own womb.

Over and over, Lois squeezed, a little harder, now spreading Ivy's lips so the bright, sticky pink insides showed, now pinching them tight, all so more jizz would drip into metal funnel below. Then the camera lurched, moved to the side...and a cock pushed through the gloryhole.

Lois Lane was on it in a minute.

Huntress' jaw dropped as she watched the cum-glazed reporter suck the fat brown cock that had pushed itself through the hole. Stared in terrified fascination as the head bobbed over the swollen tip of the fuckstick, cheeks hollowed out, as powerful as a vacuum cleaner. Then she paused. The dick shook, the veins throbbed...and Huntress watched as Lois pulled her mouth from the dick, her lower lip catching the last white drop, so that she could spit some of the cum into Ivy's cunt...and let the rest dribble down into Harley's funnel.

The softening schlong withdrew, and was swiftly replaced by another.

"They're sharing," Huntress whispered to herself...and while disgust knotted her guts, she could not deny the blush that came to her cheeks, the unmistakable tingle between her legs. The caped crusader shook herself out of her brief reverie of disbelief and began to work free of her bonds.

By the time the sun was up, and the last cock sucked, and Harley Quinn's pussy swam with spit and semen all the way to the brim, the chair would be empty. The Huntress would be back out in the night, trying to shake off the images she had seen.

After all, everyone looked to be consenting adults. No foul play there.

Harley massaged Ivy's legs after they removed her from the wall. The two lovers lay arm in arm, tired but happy. There was clean-up to do, and Lois wondered if, really, either of them would get pregnant. Gobs of cum meant nothing if either one was sterile, or if it was the wrong time of the month; and all the exposure to Lois Lane's mouth and the open air might have killed a lot of sperm.

The reporter herself felt oddly disjointed as Harley, her pussy still leaking cum, stuffed a wad of cash into the reporter's jacket, and kissed her on the lips. A chaste kiss, a full pout but no tongue, that left a scummy residue on the criminal clown's painted lips.

"We'll call you!" Harley promised, or threatened. The reporter wasn't sure which, as she stumbled out into the streets of Metropolis as the sun began to rise.

Lois Lane could still taste all those cocks on her lips. The cum stuck between her back teeth. The slimy trail that ran down her esophagus. In her stomach, an unhealthy amount of jizz slowly dissolved, and Lois knew she would need to make an appointment with the doctor. She couldn't get pregnant from sucking cock, but disease was always a possibility...

...and she wondered what it would be like if Harley or Ivy didn't take. If they invited her back for another night out. More cocks. More cum. More spermy kisses to hot, fertile pussies. The reporter licked her lips and wondered whether her night out had awakened a new kink inside of her...but only time would tell.